Jan Ordo stands before a host of monitoring equipment within her infirmary. In her hand rests a vial that she is precisely wrapping a label around with a name scribbled on it. Looking at the name tension stiffens her lip as a new-old argument bubbles up underneath her skin. After all, behind her sits her current of many patients who often ignore her medical advice.

"Prayton, why are we still here after all this time?" she asks, there is no hesitance in her voice.

Prayton Saxon is a man advancing in his age but still strong. A strength evident in his posture as he pulls his shirt over his head, covering up the many scars across his body. If every scar was a short story his body contained an anthology. Gruff he grunts, rising from the bed after his checkup.

"It will not be much longer. Once we have secured our escape, we will take the helm of Mandalore back to the people of Mandalore. Then.. then it does not matter, I will have set in motion a tide of events that cannot be stopped," he says so confidently he would convince a mule.

Jan sets the vial down so she can rub the bridge of her nose. Sighing heavily, letting it diffuse her building tension. Behind her the sound of Mandalore strapping himself into his armor again can be overheard, the bodysuit and all. Glancing along the walls and various terminals containing health information of every Rebuilders she finds a spark.

"What if we don't have that long Prayton?" she asks, turning on her heel to face him. Eyes meeting his without fear.

Prayton meets her eye, half armored and all too clearly just a man. "There isn't anything to be done about it now. We can only move forward,", he says, as gently as the gravel of his voice can allow.

Jan keeps his eye while she thinks, processes. There isn't anything to counter that, no matter how badly she might wish there was. They had already gone too far to take another course. Whatever happened next would have to happen regardless. What the others knew or not wouldn't change that.

"You have another checkup in a month. I expect to see you then if not sooner," she says, turning away from him. Moving to a nearby cart of diagnostic tools that she immediately begins running checks on.

"A month, Doctor," Prayton Saxon departs.

Left alone Jan stops what she was doing. Staring out into the space in front of her it feels as if she can replay all of the events that lead them here. Was any of it worth it? For them, maybe not. Though she could hardly expect anyone else to have been the one to break ranks. Every single one of them would gladly have chosen to be here again if they had to- even her. Individually, they never had to think of the choice.

As a group... What was it all supposed to lead to?

An alarm blares. Jan is shaken from her reverie and jumps into action. Leaving the room, and all that was inside still and alone. Screen cuts to black.